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"What am I to do?" called the lovely Brigella to the crowd, the hem of her garment clutched up about her neck. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #113)

Seldom now do they think, among themselves, of the "shame" of the collar. Rather, now, in their place in the perfection of nature, yielded fully, helplessly, choicelessly, if you like, submitted at the feet of men, their deepest sexuality and needs recognized, attended to and fulfilled, they tend to think of its joy. No longer now do they aspire to the privileges and prerogatives of the free woman; let her continue to live in her house of inhibition and convention; let her have her frigidities, jealousies and shams; they have found something a thousand times more precious, their meaning, their significance, their happiness, their joy, their fulfillment, their collars. "What am I to do?" called the lovely Brigella to the crowd, the hem of her garment clutched up about her neck. Her lovely lips pouted. It seemed she was almost in tears. How seemingly distraught she was, how seemingly dismayed she was with her dilemma! "Kneel down!" called a man jovially. - (Players of Gor)